Day: January 26, 2010

Riverside Park Walk

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I walked from 75th and Riverside to 116th and Riverside to pick up one of my daughters from a sleepover.

As I walked, listening to Britney Spears, there was an aroma. An amazing scent that filled the air and practically made me cry. Pine trees. Christmas. Little woodchips made from yours and my Christmas trees in New York City.

To smell this mulch on the side of the hills along Riverside Park. It made the walk so worth it. It began to rain. I didn’t care. The smell grew stronger. I love the way New York City recycles Christmas trees and helps other trees.

Also, at the end of the walk, I saw this guy (I’m trying to post the video to show you but I just practically crashed the computer. I’m not a techie!). It was of a guy rollerblading down a metal railing. People are risky and talented and amazing. A walk in New York always leads to some kind of crazy serendipity.

Query Letter

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Apparently, you’re supposed to submit a query letter when trying to get some bit of writing published. This is hard for me. As I would much prefer just sitting at my computer waiting for an editor to approach me. But no. That apparently is not the way it is done.

Having just been to the Tim Burton exhibit at the Museum of Modern Art yesterday, http://mybeautifulnewyork.wordpress.com/2010/01/25/tim-burton-at-the-moma/ I can tell you that young man (well, he’s older than me), he actually sent many cover letters and query letters. You can see copies of one he sent to Disney and an editor replied that his work was much too similar to Dr. Seuss’s work. So there.

If Tim Burton (aka Genius) can write a dang query letter, why can’t I? Lazy? Or maybe there’s some little fear of failure? That if I write a letter, I could be rejected.

Now who likes rejection? Don’t all raise your hands at once. Okay, guess what? Tim Burton got and gets rejected a lot. He also does not finish many of his projects. Mary Beth, do your best, my friend. Write your dang query letter and then get on with your day. Who cares about your feelings? (Me! I do!)

You, Mary Beth, like all artists, actually have to do some work to get paid for your writing. No one is going to show up at your front door and ask for your pearls of wisdom. Not today, any way. Although I am waiting.

Yup, waiting. Still waiting. Nothing? Nada? Nope?